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approval. ‘Mmm. Delicious’.” Jay exaggerated the movements of his mouth as if he was Pete that day in the restaurant. “Roxie, with a straight face, asks Pete—”
    Roxie ceased laughing long enough to speak. “How does your pussy taste?”
    Ivan laughed.
    “Then Roxie tells Pete the story of the pussy cats in the freezer.” Jay tipped his beer and swallowed.
    Ivan pushed his plate away. “Roxie?” His voice was low and husky.
    “Yes?”
    “I’d like to know how your pussy tastes.”
    Silence descended. Breath froze in her lungs. “You already know,” she whispered.
    Ivan stood and grasped her fingers in his rough, calloused hand. “I’m still hungry.” He pulled her up, drawing his fingertip along her collarbone. “Famished.” He tucked his thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and inched them over her hips. “Can I feast on your cream, Roxie? Are you wet?” He slid his palm down her stomach, under the edge of her panties, and cupped her mound.
    Roxie’s knees weakened. She clutched Ivan’s arms as he traced the seam of her bare pussy lips, gathering cream on his finger.
    “Oh yes, please.” Widening her stance, she urged his hand farther into her panties. “Oh god.” Ivan plunged one finger deep.
    Jay stacked the dishes on the table then moved them to the counter.
    Ivan touched his lips to hers as he spoke. “Would you please lie on the table? Jay and I would like to finish our meal.”
    Rapid beats of her heart pumped blood into the hot regions of her body. Her taut nipples poked against her top and her pussy clenched around Ivan’s finger. This was happening too fast. She’d wanted to dance for them, be the seductress of their fantasies and at the same time, a flesh-and-blood woman.
    But Ivan lifted her onto the table, snapped the sides of her panties, tore them off and spread her thighs wide. Grasping the edge of her camisole, he slowly lifted, exposing her bare flesh. Naked, she lay back.
    “Jay,” she said. “We’re going to need a condom.”
    “No, Roxie, we’re going to need several.” He momentarily left the room, returning to toss several condoms on the table.
     
    Ivan pushed her knees toward her ears. Moisture glistened on her flesh. She was wet, dripping and sweet-smelling. He darted his tongue into her channel then licked to her clit, curling his tongue around the bud and sucking it into his mouth. The scent, the sounds, the three of them together, messed with his mind. At the moment he didn’t care that Jay had lowered the zipper on his jeans and exposed his stiff dick. Ivan’s cock throbbed too. They both wanted Roxie. Both cared about her and wanted to pleasure her.
    Last night in the darkened room, he didn’t have to think about what Jay did or Roxie’s response to him. Under the bright dining room light, her flushed body displayed for them, he accepted that he had to share.
    “Jay.” Ivan glanced to the refrigerator. “It’s time for dessert. I believe I saw the makings for a decadent sundae.”
    “I like the way you think.”
    Jay returned to the table with spoons, a half-gallon of mocha ice cream, a small jar of maraschino cherries, chocolate syrup and a can of whipped cream.
    Roxie leaned up on her elbows. “Hey, if you’re using my PMS supplies, I get to play too.”
    Ivan glanced from Jay to Roxie. There were complications to their little party. Yes, he’d had a good time swapping stories with Jay, but he wasn’t about to get any more involved than taking turns pleasuring her. And if he was lucky, Jay would be on his way to Arizona and he and Roxie could explore a more traditional relationship. Group sex was temporary.
    He glanced at the ice cream and fixings. If he dished up Roxie like a sundae, who sampled what and where?
    Evidently Jay didn’t have the same concerns. He took the bottle of syrup and drizzled chocolate sauce over her dusky nipples. Chocolate swirled and crisscrossed over her smooth flesh. Taking the can of whipped cream, he